MISTERI KANTUNG MACAN (9)

 

A novel by Nurlaeli Umar

Publisher; AE Publishing (ISBN 978-602-5468-81-0)

BLOG NURLAELI UMAR- Dia berjalan dengan langkah-langkah panjang, menikmati cahaya rembulan yang membuat semuanya terlihat jelas. Sunyi menjadi begitu runcing, benar-benar tidak ada kehidupan, suara serangga malam tiba-tiba ikut menjadi hening, bahkan angin pun seperti berhenti bertiup. Dengus napasnya terdengar meski perlahan, dengaus napas yang lebih bulat dan penuh.

He walked with long strides, enjoying the moonlight that made everything visible. The silence became so sharp, there was truly no sign of life; the sounds of night insects suddenly grew silent too, even the wind seemed to stop blowing. His gasp of breath could be heard, though faint—a gasp that was rounder and fuller.

Dia berjalan sampai ke ujung dekat persawahan. Setelah merasa cukup dia berjalan kembali ke arah rumahnya. Ini tidak boleh terlalu lama, tidak ingin kehadirannya terlihat orang lain, apalagi sampai menimbulkan kericuhan tengah malam karena kemunculannya.

He walked until he reached the edge near the rice fields. Once he felt it was enough, he walked back toward his house. This shouldn't take too long; he didn't want his presence to be seen by others, especially not enough to cause a commotion late at night because of his appearance.

Ada sedikit perasaan puas, ternyata benda itu masih bisa dipergunakan setelah sekian lama. Dia menggeram perlahan, setelah itu kembali ke bawah rimbun daun kopi. Dua kuntum bunga kopi jatuh mengenai mukanya, laki-laki itu menjentikkan jemarinya.

There was a slight feeling of satisfaction; apparently, that object could still be used after such a long time. He growled softly, then returned beneath the dense coffee leaves. Two coffee flower buds fell onto his face, and the man flicked his fingers (to brush them off).

Sekarang dia telah berubah menjadi sosok manusia lagi. Dia berjalan menuju pintu rumah yang tidak dikunci. Ketika pintu dibuka semua masih sama, istrinya masih tertidur. Sedang bulan di luar masih setia bersinar menggambar bayang-bayang hitam pohon di tanah.

Now, he had changed back into a human figure. He walked toward the house door which was unlocked. When the door was opened, everything was still the same; his wife was still asleep. Meanwhile, the moon outside was still faithfully shining, drawing the black shadows of the trees on the ground.

 Lelaki itu menghabiskan sisa kopi yang tinggal sedikit. Diambilnya arloji dari baju yang disampirkan di kapstok bambu sebelum tadi keluar. Dua puluh lima menit, itu lebih baik, setidaknya dia tidak terlena dan memancing orang lain yang mungkin juga sedang melakukan hal yang sama dengannya.

The man finished the remaining bit of coffee. He took his wristwatch from the shirt that was hung on the bamboo coat rack before he went out earlier. Twenty-five minutes, that was better; at least he didn't get carried away and provoke others who might also be doing the same thing as him. (p16)